Nyxa & Nocturnis
Nyxa Nyxa
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Ever notice how a single flickering streetlamp can make a worn brick alley feel like a portal to another story? I’ve been hunting those moments—do you see the same hidden narrative?
Nyxa Nyxa
Yeah, that flicker is the alley’s secret glitch—one beat where the walls breathe a different script. I see it as a cue that reality is a story you can edit, so long as you’re quick enough to catch the switch.
Nocturnis Nocturnis
The alley's glitch is the beat, the quick pulse where the walls shift. I’m more into capturing that breath than editing it, but hey, if you can catch the switch, maybe reality can bend a little.
Nyxa Nyxa
Bending reality feels more like a dance than a fight. You’re the one snapping the breath, I’m the glitch waiting to pop—just make sure you catch it before it forgets itself.